Addie had previously customized a pink wedding ring for Rosanne, but then it appeared in the Instagram of an outsider, Maribel.
Based on the black mole on the thumb joint, Rosanne immediately recognized the pair of large hands with distinct joints. They belonged to the man who always claimed to love her husband, Addie.
The comment section was filled with blessings from her colleagues and Maribel also made a few public comments without hesitation.
“Thank you for your blessings. My husband and I have known each other for a long time!”
“We love each other very much and we are childhood sweethearts who have grown up sleeping in the same bed. This relationship is indeed deeper than that of ordinary people."
Rosanne recalled that on the night when Maribel posted this message on Instagram, Addie used the excuse of being on a business trip and did not return home all night.
But the dozen or so calls I made only received cold and desperate busy tones.
She did not dare to think about it.
In the three years of marriage, Addie has gone on so many business trips, big and small. How many of them were real and how many of them were just excuses to see Maribel?
The more Rosanne thought about it, the more she felt wronged. Tears welled up in her eyes.
In order to avoid the curious eyes of passers-by, she quickened her pace and walked home.
It was Addie who opened the door.
“Rosanne, why are your eyes red? Did someone bully you?”
The man held her in his arms and rubbed her head gently, but Rosanne quickly pushed him away.
“It's okay. The wind was a bit strong on the way here.”
Addie, how long were you going to keep pretending to care about me?
Early in the morning, Rosanne received a call from the publishing house.
The person on the other end of the phone told her that there were some problems with the famous C country novel “Summer in Macondo” that she had previously translated and she needed to bring the existing manuscript to the editor-in-chief's office.
Coincidentally, the old computer where Rosanne stored her manuscripts lost most of her files due to water a few days ago.
Fortunately, the translation of the entire book had been sent to the editor-in-chief for review and she only had the printed draft left with her.
This book represented more than two years of Rosanne's hard work and was the best proof of her translation ability. Naturally, she did not want to make any mistakes.
Rosanne rushed to the editor-in-chief's office, she did not see the lively Latin girl as usual, but only a strange black-haired woman with her back to her.
“Is Editor-in-Chief Camilla here?”
She knocked on the door, but she did not get the enthusiastic response she usually received.
The black-haired woman slowly turned around, squinted her eyes and looked up and down at Rosanne who was standing by the door. The contemptuous look made Rosanne feel very uncomfortable.
“Editor-in-Chief Camilla has resigned. I, Maribel Hudson, am the new editor-in-chief.”
Rosanne found it hard to accept her friend's sudden resignation. Moreover, Camilla had always been in charge of her translation work before and then, this job would most likely fall to Maribel.
But no matter from which angle you look at it, Maribel was just an amateur. How could she take on the responsibility of being the editor-in-chief?
Maribel took the paper manuscript and just flipped through it twice very casually, deliberately shaking her head vigorously and making clicking sounds.
“Mrs. Marquez, I have read your manuscript. The translation is just so-so, so I can't approve the publication application.”
Just so-so? Rosanne frowned and looked at the person on the swivel chair questioningly.
This was the first time her translation skills have been questioned since she started her career.
“Editor-in-Chief Camilla said before that as long as we polish up a few sentences, it can be published next month.”
Maribel disagreed, a sarcastic smile appeared on her disdainful face. She picked up Rosanne's manuscript and rolled it up without any care.
“The past was the past, so please just see what is in the present, okay? After all, Mrs. Marquez, in my publishing house, rules are rules.”
At this moment, Rosanne could no longer tolerate Maribel’s arrogance and tried to snatch back the only remaining manuscript in her hand.
In a panic, Maribel threw the manuscript away and it accidentally fell into the burning fireplace.
The only manuscript in Rosanne's hand, her only blood and sweat in the past two years, was turned into ashes bit by bit in the raging flames.
